painting by judith clay
'Cos I'm a bird, I fly,
Higher than the high,
Over the valleys, streams,
and oceans,
Houses, hills,
and the humans,
Only when my balloon,
Runs out of air,
Do I drop back in slowly,
To my earthly lair.
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ah i like that... floating until out of air and maybe after a short rest just start all over again..smiles
ReplyDeleteyes, rest a while...refill the balloon and go right back up :-)
Deletei always wanted to fly like a bird...give it a bit of a rest and one again...smiles.
ReplyDeleteme too...always wanted those wings to fly, anyways got the balloon now :-)
DeleteHope that the girl manages to fly as long as possible before she drops back to earth.
ReplyDeletethanks Mary :-) that would be lovely!
DeleteI love that flying ... and that's the purpose of dreams.. just hope the landing is smooth an gentle.
ReplyDeletethanks Bjorn!
DeleteAh yes this should be us all! Wonderfully crafted!
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